BAD IDEA ― deadpool & wolverine

NINE

CHAPTER NINE:
FUCKING FRANK CASTLE
AND HIS PERFECT FUCKING
FACE

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KETTI WENT BACK TO WORK EIGHT DAYS AFTER BEING RELEASED FROM THE HOSPITAL, AND ONLY WAITED SO LONG BECAUSE MATT THREATENED TO SMOTHER HER WITH A PILLOW IF SHE DIDNT.

It was very counter-productive, but she knew it was out of worry, and the rest of her friends felt the same.

The good thing was that Peter helped set up all of her cat supplies — to which, Ketti was baffled that the cat didn't even appear to use the litter box, and made a note to take him to the vet if it continued — and Matt situated all of her medical bills.

She couldn't thank him enough because lord knows she couldn't afford her surgery.

Wade sent her at least a dozen messages an hour, (on a phone I bought her, thank you very much because her last one was broken with her car) to which she replied to one or two all day, but his heart was in the right place.

She still found him fucking annoying, but something about him saving her life the way he had and being the first one in the room...

Whatever.

It was nothing.

(It was NOT nothing, we are making progress. Somebody get Disney on the line, there's a new Carousel of Progress and it's a hell of a lot dirtier.)

Logan actually called her on the second day, which led to a five minute conversation wherein he offered to help her with any heavy lifting, and to be good for him.

She did not want to talk about how that made her feel when he asked her that.

And being behind the bar, after telling her boss where exactly she'd been and why she hadn't responded to any information, her heart stopped when a certain person walked in.

God fucking god fucking god.

There he was in all his perfect fucking glory.

"Frank."

He slid down in front of her in a seat, smirking up at her a bit.

"There she is," he commented. "Thought I scared you off."

"No," Ketti shook her head immediately. "No, not—not at all. I was in the hospital."

Frank's eyebrows tugged together as she poured him a glass of whiskey. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Ketti nodded. "My car got hit by a semi-truck."

"In New York?" Frank's eyebrows shot up. "You gotta be the most unlucky person on the planet."

"Yeah, I like to think of myself as a cosmic joke."

"God's favorite comedy?" Frank grinned a bit.

"Precisely."

They shared a laugh and Ketti kept her hands busy so they wouldn't shake by how fucking perfect his laugh was.

"I'm Ketti," she offered, blushing a bit. "Not that you — that you asked or anything but—"